Okey dokey, here's where I make with a very big and sincere apology.
I'm sorry about the delay with the story (I had my Leaving Cert and my college interview so I had to get my portfolio ready, I mean I wanna go to college) and I'm sorry that after all this time I only have one chapter up.
But I have plans for the rest of the story so I'm hoping to update it regularly.
Everyone who once read this story has probably forgotten it and for those who haven't.
Thanks!
Please read and review
I don't own the characters but I do own the story.
If you wanna contact me, my email is on my profile which I should probably update.
Did I mention....please review!
I'm really nervous about trying to get back into this.
Hope you enjoy it
Lots of love
Nibbs
Chapter 9
" Ash I know you're mad but you need to stop pummelling that tree " Richie told Ash.
On their quest of following an enraged Ash, Richie and Brock had been led outside and were now subjected to watching Ash throw as many punches as he could deliver to a tree.
"I don't know, maybe it's better for him to work through his anger" Brock said thoughtfully.
"He picks a fight with the tree, the tree will win and I think we're a little outnumbered if we have to have a rumble" Richie countered as he slowly and suspiciously looked around at all the trees surrounding them in the small forest.
"True, a little too true for comfort" Brock agreed.
"Why are you letting Rudy get to you like this?" Richie asked.
Ash was taking short breathes.
"I'm not" he denied.
He raised his eyes to meet the sceptical looks of both his friends.
"I really hate trees" Ash told them gruffly and then turned around
"Dude no one hates trees" Brock told him reasonably.
"Well I do!"
"Those damn trees that come on and look at your friends like their just bodies to press against them.
They just stand there with that stupid look that just attracts girls like magnets to them and they all come and sit underneath the tree's branches and girls just giggle as they sit in the shade of the tree but that stupid tree goes too far when it starts trying to lure my friend under its shade.
But it just keeps scattering its leafs near her so that she'll come over and do I ever try to stop him? No! I just stand on the sidelines and watch as my best friend and the girl I really .... and that damn tree will win and she'll just go and sit down and hang with the tree"
"Uh huh, the tree is doing all of this?" Richie asked, knitting his eyebrows.
"Its no crime to like girls. I mean if girls weren't as cute as they are there would be no bikinis no babies no..."
"I'm cutting you off right there" Richie interrupted.
"Right my point is that liking a girl is great.
And the excitement and the joy and the fear and all of this adds up one of the greatest feelings in the world and its ok if you're afraid of feeling, well you know feeling her but she's your friend and she can't stand that kind of talk.
I think you should be a knight in shining armour and rescue your fair maiden from the guys who will try to hit on her. Or trees in this case" Brock explained with wisdom beyond his years.
"Yeah while you're skulking around out here, all the... um, trees will be down there all over Misty trying to convince her to sit underneath their branches" Richie added with a smirk.
Ash stood up.
"Yeah you guys are right, I'm going back in" he said taking a deep breath.
"Pika ka pi kachu pi" a small light cheerful voice exclaimed.
They watched as Ash's backpack began to squirm and a small yellow head poked out.
"What she say?" Richie asked.
"She said that if anyone tries hit on Misty she'll fry their tushie" Ash translated with an amused look.
Pikachu nodded as if to emphasise the point.
"Well lets get back up there!" Brock suggested.
"Can I have everyone's attention's please?" Misty called out trying to get the attention of the crowds of people in the theatre.
Mr Crefell had vanished into the crowds telling her that as personal assistant it was her job to do all this sort of work, organising, managing and delegating.
It seemed like a way out of doing any work to her but he was the director, though Misty was beginning to think he was going to ask her to direct this musical.
When no one answered Lisa, Tracey, Duplica and Snap all looked up at Misty, curious as to what she was going to do about this situation.
Misty let out a low growl and then her face lit up.
"Plica, can I borrow Ditto?" she asked her friend.
"Sure" Duplica replied with a smile.
She held out her hand, palm facing up.
The waved her other hand above it and then in a puff of smoke a small pink box appeared on her palm.
She placed the box on the ground and clapped her hands together.
Then in another puff of smoke, the box transformed into a ditto who let a cheerful cry.
"That was amazing" Snap said in awe, looking down at the Ditto on the ground.
Duplica blushed bright red before mumbling something inaudible and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Misty smiled and stooped down to the ditto and gave him an affectionate poke.
She whispered something to Ditto and the others watched as Ditto was engulfed by a white light and transformed onto a large gong.
Ash, Richie and Tracey walked in, in time to hear a "GONG" thunder around the theatre silencing everyone instantly.
Misty tried to smother a giggle as she saw a sea of faces all turn to look up at her.
"Can I have everyone who's auditioning for the female lead and the other female parts so I can take your name" she called out.
Instantly the theatre was filled with movement as the girls crowded towards the stage all eager to get their name on the list early on.
"Wow it's like you're made for doing the donkey work" Melody mocked as she and Giselle approached Misty.
"Well it would explain the outfit" Giselle added.
Both girls burst out into fits of giggles while Misty sighed impatiently.
"Are you both trying out?" she asked them after they calmed down.
"Yup" they both answered and Melody patted a silken pouch that hung around her waist.
Misty again sighed and scribbled down their names on the list.
"Take a seat and wait 'till you're called." she told them in a bored voice.
After about three quarters of an hour, she had everyone's' names taken down for whatever roles of jobs they wanted to play or fill.
Tracey was wandering around trying to find some of his friends.
He froze when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
The hand turned him around slowly and Tracey found himself face to face with Mr Crefell.
"Tracey I have wonderful news! Since you are such an artist you will be working on the sets relieving Snap of one of his duties and now I have someone to help you. This is Lisa" he said steering him towards the blue haired girl.
They both blushed when they made eye contact and both looked away.
"She's in charge of the costumes and the three of you are a team, you will all help each other with your jobs and roles. You are the crew behind the musical." he told them excitedly.
He then glanced around "Misty!"
Mr Crefell walked away from them and came back, with a displeased Misty in tow.
"Misty take this down.These three are a team and each..."
He rambled on about their jobs and then sighed contentedly when he felt he had explained himself well enough.
He walked towards the front row of seats, all eyes on him.
Misty looked down at her clipboard which was filling up faster with notes than she could blink an eye at.
"I'm beginning to think that he won't be able to go home and decide what to have for dinner without me to take notes on it!" Misty grumbled as she flicked through the notes, the sudden rustling of the notes creating a gentle rush of air that lifted her hair for a second before it fell softly against the sides of her face and over her forehead, framing her angelic face, though it didn't seem angelic at that moment.
Her eyebrows were knitted together in a look of total aggravation and her posture and expression showed obvious signs of stress .
She had been working on the musical for a day and already she had been given so many responsibilities that she wasn't sure she was gonna cope.
"The guy is a little dependent on you" Snap admitted, avoiding her eyes, feeling that he would surely would crumble under her gaze.
Lisa and Tracey were to busy throwing each other side long looks then blushing and whipping their heads in the opposite direction if they caught each other looking at them.
"Misty!" a voice cried out and Misty hung her head recognising the dramatic cry.
The crowds parted and they saw Mr Crefell looking at her impatiently.
Letting out another long sigh, she trudged towards him and collapsed into the chair next to him.
"Is everyone who's auditioning on the list?" he asked stroking his chin.
Misty was staring at him in fascination, her imagination running away with her.
"Are you paying attention to me?" he demanded.
"Um yes of course" she replied quickly.
She couldn't help but imagine different things about him when he stroked his chin like that.
Such as him sitting in front of a roaring fireplace in a silk robe with a white fluffy cat on his lap and a cravat around his neck with a brandy glass filled with brandy.
"Um well there's quite a list" she began.
"Well call out the first name on the list" he told her impatiently.
Misty suppressed a growl but did as she was told.
"Chad...Chaderson?" she called out, sounding bemused.
A masculine musclebound blonde stepped up onto the stage.
"Hmm intriguing, and what role are you auditioning for ?" Mr Crefell called out.
The blonde looked a little confused but regained his composure.
"Quarterback" he called out and shot Misty a dazzling smile.
Misty's cheeks glowed red and she looked back at him shyly and giving him a small coy smile.
Mr Crefell scowled at this boy, making a mockery of his play and manipulating his personal assistant like that.
He coughed loudly and if it was possible, Misty blushed a deeper shade of red and snapped her head around to look at Crefell.
"Are there any quarterbacks in the play?" she asked
No one knew what the play was yet, they were just expected to go and recite a piece they had studied and to sing a song they had picked as well.
Mr Crefell hadn't the script completely worked out yet so he was waiting for some divine inspiration.
"Given it's being set before football existed, I'm going with no" he replied.
"So what do I have to do?" the blonde Chad Chaderson enquired.
"Umm..... Go long?" Misty suggested.
Mr Crefell shot Misty a look.
"What?" she asked innocently.
He continued to stare her down.
"Ohh c'mon. Seeing a guy go long on a stage does sound really cool, admit it" Misty said ,defensively.
Mr Crefell continued to stare.
"And don't you want to know what our line up this year, whether we'll win in the championships or not" Misty rambled on but stopped and sighed.
"Listen Chad" she called out. "This isn't football try outs. Its a audition for a school musical. See right now you should be in a football pitch not a theatre"
Chad Chaderson shrugged casually and walked off the stage.
Misty looked over when she heard the sound of someone slipping into the empty seat next to her.
Ash gave her a little wave and Misty smiled at him.
Two girls were up on stage auditioning together.
"Hey what's wrong. You're more hyper than usual?" she whispered when she noticed Ash fidgeting around nervously.
He pulled out the bootleg c.d. and handed it to her.
Misty looked at him quizzically and turned the box and read the card attached to it.
"Ash this is..." Misty trailed, looking at her friend in astonishment.
"Yeah every song you sang in a long time, I kinda took note of them and Mac agreed to copy them"
Misty glanced up at Mac.
He offered his technological services at a hefty cost and usually Ash was broke to the state that repo. men were shooting him warning looks.
"How on Earth did you-"
"Hmm, let me see" Mr Crefell mused whipping the c.d. out of Misty's hands and examining it.
"My dear girl, I believe we just have found our score of musical numbers" he continued.
Misty and Ash looked at him in alarm.
"But some of those songs are terrible, truly terrible" they both cried out in unison.
"My, you two must spend an awful amount of time together" he smirked.
"That's besides the point, last I checked a person was entitled to a moments privacy. I'm cashing in that moment"
"On with the auditions!" he cried out, ignoring her.
While his back was turned, he didn't see Misty fuming behind him.
"I swear Ash, one of these days he's gonna turn around and bam! He'll get punched in the back of the head"
"Misty please refrain from punching the guy in the back of the head"
"Would that I could" she mumbled before settling back down.
Before long Giselle had her audition and she performed pretty well.
She had a sweet little singing voice, nowhere near Misty's standard but still pleasant to listen to and she acted very well.
"Must be a side effect of being such a drama queen" Duplica whispered to Misty.
Misty smothered a laugh and continued watching, much as she hated to admit it, there was something enchanting about the brunette on stage, she seemed to light up the stage with her elegance and grace.
"Giselle my dear, a princess is the only word to describe you" Mr Crefell called out with pride.
Misty scribbled in the words "Princess priss" next to her name knowing he'd want to take notes which to be fair she did.
The auditions continued exceeding expectations both for good or for bad.
Including Melody not singing or acting but playing a shell-shaped ocarina and to give her credit, she played it beautifully filling the theatre with a haunting and soothing song.
As well as a streaker no one was able to identify, yet curiously, everyone was able to remember what a great posterior they had.
They were drawing to a finish and Mr Crefell had already picked out the people he wanted to be play major parts in the movie but given that Misty didn't know what the play was, she couldn't really tell how many parts were in it.
She was happy to note that all her friends were given roles.
Misty turned around when she heard someone practising a song.
They were okay but they had the tone of the song all wrong.
She sighed and climbed over the seats much to the surprise of other students and Mr Crefell.
"Hi" she greeted as she dropped into the empty seat next to the girl who looked suitably shocked.
"Um hello" the girl replied unsure of what exactly the redhead was up to.
"Oh no, I'm not here to rob you or anything, God no! I'm here to help. See you're getting the tone of the song wrong"
The girl looked annoyed now.
"Oh am I?"
"Look I'm just trying to help"
"Well maybe you could show me how I'm doing it wrong" the girl suggested angrily.
She thought the reason Misty hadn't auditioned was her lack of talent and had decided to play her at her own game which was unfortunate because Misty's wasn't playing a game.
Mr Crefell was watching this with the utmost interest.
Ash covered his face with his hand.
"Its like seeing a car accident. You don't want to see it but dag nabbit, you just can't turn away" he heard Richie say beside him.
"Ok well you need to hold this note longer" to prove her point, Misty sang the note, perfect pitch and held it longer.
"Then, you need to put a waver on this one but not too much or else it'll be.... well, funny but really bad"
And again Misty sang with a perfect waver.
By this time the scene had attracted the whole crowd and everyone was quiet.
"Misty I want you to audition" Mr Crefell announced suddenly, startling Misty.
"You do?" she asked.
"Yes I do"
"Ok," Misty said cheerfully which sent off alarm bells in her friends heads.
Misty never agreed to something like this so fast and with such pep.
She made her way up to the stage.
"Oh I have to put my jacket over here she said as she peeled off her white jacket and went offstage to find somewhere to put it.
Ten minutes later.
"Mr Crefell, she's not coming back" Duplica said after watching an empty stage for ten minutes.
"Ash!"
"What?! I didn't pull a runner" Ash grumbled.
"Go seek out our red headed siren"
Ash let out a cry of surprise when he tracked down Misty but only managed to find a pair of legs sticking out of an open window.
"Unless you planning on going somewhere without your legs, get back down here!" he warned as he yanked on Misty's legs sending them both tumbling to the ground.
They both blushed a deep shade of red when Misty landed on top of Ash, their noses tipping.
Misty pulled back instantly suddenly needing to straighten out her always scruffy and happy to have it that way, hair.
"You have to go out there and sing because if you don't, I won't ever talk to you again" Ash threatened.
Misty raised her eyes at Ash and gave him a very cynical smirk.
"Fine I'll...never STOP talking to you"
"Let's go!"
Misty stepped onto the stage and made her way to the centre of the stage.
She cast a wary glance at Ash who grinned at her reassuringly.
She gave a weak smile in return and focused on the task at hand.
Aine, a pretty girl with two bright pink pigtails that tinted violet half way down her hair and a white halter-neck top with pale pink hipsters sat at the piano, fingers poised above the keys waiting.
Misty took a deep breath trying to ignore the stares of everyone in the vicinity.
This was embarrassing by anyone's standards especially given her problem with singing in public.
She looked over at Ash and caught a very comforting emotion on his face. Pride. She closed her eyes and began to sing softly, becoming stronger the further in she got.
I could be your sea of sand
I could be your warmth of desire
I could be your prayer of hope
I could be your gift of everyday
I could be your tide of heaven
I could be a hint of what's to come
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
Misty's eyes fluttered open at this point and everyone present was reminded that she had beautiful sea green eyes. She was captivating.
I could be your blue eyed angel
I could be the storm before the calm
I could be your secret pleasure
I could be your well wishing well
I could be your breath of life
I could be your European dream
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I would lie here in the darkness
I would lie here for all time
I would lie here watching you over
Comfort you
Sing to you
I could be your worry partner
I could be your socialite
I could be your green eyed monster
I could be your force of light
I could be your temple garden
I could be your tender hearted child
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I would lie here in the darkness
I would lie here for all time
I would lie here watching you over
Comfort you
Sing to you
Will I ever change the journey
Will the hushed tones disappear
Oh little Rita
Let me hold you
Oh little Rita
Let me love you
I could be your leafy island
I could be your thunder in the clouds
I could be your dark enclosure
I could be your romantic soul
I could be your small beginning
I could be your soothing universe
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
When she finished, the theatre was in silent awe of her which was misinterpreted by the pretty red head and was taken as shock
She was a little scared of how natural it had felt to be up there singing.
She immediately shifted from natural born performer to nervous tense out of place looking Misty and she brushed strands of hair away from her face, grabbed her jacket and shuffling off stage at a very quick pace for someone shuffling.
She froze when she heard thundering applaud, she turned to the audience and gave them a suspicious look before darting off behind a curtain and peeping out at them warily.
"Doesn't handle compliments that well, does she?" Mr Crefell asked, as he continued to applaud Misty who was almost glaring out at them from behind the curtains.
"Yeah um can you guys get her back from there?" an unfamiliar female voice asked.
Brock and Richie looked back and saw a pretty brown eyed girl; with waist long blue hair.
"This is Lisa, Lisa, these are Brock and Richie" Tracey said politely, blushing but fixing Brock with a glare before he even opened his mouth.
"Ok People that's a wrap, Misty will be posting up the parts tomorrow and we'll have rehearsals and discuss everything. Good work everyone, except for you Johnny, You were terrible" Mr Crefell said, looking around accusingly.
"Sir there is NO Johnny here" a voice called out.
"Oh well then, you were terrible then," he remarked pointing to a random person to his left.
"I didn't audition" a voice protested.
"Just as well, now be gone everyone"
With that Mr Crefell ushered everyone out of the theatre and turned towards the stage.
"Misty that was..." Ash was lost for words and Misty pulled her jacket back on and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"Don't even say it, Ketchum, that was bad enough as it was. I don't need my best friend rubbing it in my face"
"You were incredible and hey did you just say best friend?"
Misty walked away, looking at him over her shoulder.
"You're not just messing with me are you?" she asked, suspiciously.
"You said I was you best friend"
Misty sighed and rolled her eyes when she noticed Mr Crefell looking at her as if seeing her in a whole new light.
"I knew you were meant to perform" he said simply and left them .
"You said I was your.."
"Quiet you!"
The next day.
Misty was wearing her full length white jacket again.
She was wearing a short dark blue tee shirt with light green three quarter length sleeves with a light green hood and a pair of stone washed jeans.Her hair was held back in two plaits.
Once again Mr Crefell was convinced that the girl could light up country with her presence and the world with her smile.
He approached her when she was alone and handed her the sheet but strictly instructed her not to look at them until she posted them.
Misty pinned it to the notice board and was nearly mauled by the crowd gathering to get a look.
"Princess Calliope" Gisselle called out, smugly.
"Hey I got Liam" Richie cried out cheerfully.
"Not literally" he added.
"Hey I'm Finn" Ash said, surprised.
Various other people called out their roles.
"Hey I got the part of Jack" Brock said happily enough.
"Hey I'm Aoife" Duplica yelled out in glee.
Misty was leaning against the wall , arms folded, waiting for her friends to emerge from the crowd.
She closed her eyes when she heard her voice being called.
Her eyes shot open at that, assuming one of the guys was trapped in there and needed her to rescue them, which was a frequent occurrence.
"You might wanna see this" Duplica called out , her voice was filled with uncertainty.
Misty pushed her way through the crowd until she was face to sheet with the list.
Her face paled.
Her name was at the top of the list which meant she had one of the biggest parts in the play.
"Jade?" she asked softly.
Her face clouded over and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I am gonna kill him" she growled as she stormed off.
To be continued.
Yeah, please let me know what you think of this, see I have a really precise idea and story for the play they'll be doing but I like the idea and characters a lot so I was thinking that I might make it a story in itself and I'd love to know if anyone would be interested in seeing a story like that so if you are, let me know please.
Nibbs
I'm sorry about the delay with the story (I had my Leaving Cert and my college interview so I had to get my portfolio ready, I mean I wanna go to college) and I'm sorry that after all this time I only have one chapter up.
But I have plans for the rest of the story so I'm hoping to update it regularly.
Everyone who once read this story has probably forgotten it and for those who haven't.
Thanks!
Please read and review
I don't own the characters but I do own the story.
If you wanna contact me, my email is on my profile which I should probably update.
Did I mention....please review!
I'm really nervous about trying to get back into this.
Hope you enjoy it
Lots of love
Nibbs
Chapter 9
" Ash I know you're mad but you need to stop pummelling that tree " Richie told Ash.
On their quest of following an enraged Ash, Richie and Brock had been led outside and were now subjected to watching Ash throw as many punches as he could deliver to a tree.
"I don't know, maybe it's better for him to work through his anger" Brock said thoughtfully.
"He picks a fight with the tree, the tree will win and I think we're a little outnumbered if we have to have a rumble" Richie countered as he slowly and suspiciously looked around at all the trees surrounding them in the small forest.
"True, a little too true for comfort" Brock agreed.
"Why are you letting Rudy get to you like this?" Richie asked.
Ash was taking short breathes.
"I'm not" he denied.
He raised his eyes to meet the sceptical looks of both his friends.
"I really hate trees" Ash told them gruffly and then turned around
"Dude no one hates trees" Brock told him reasonably.
"Well I do!"
"Those damn trees that come on and look at your friends like their just bodies to press against them.
They just stand there with that stupid look that just attracts girls like magnets to them and they all come and sit underneath the tree's branches and girls just giggle as they sit in the shade of the tree but that stupid tree goes too far when it starts trying to lure my friend under its shade.
But it just keeps scattering its leafs near her so that she'll come over and do I ever try to stop him? No! I just stand on the sidelines and watch as my best friend and the girl I really .... and that damn tree will win and she'll just go and sit down and hang with the tree"
"Uh huh, the tree is doing all of this?" Richie asked, knitting his eyebrows.
"Its no crime to like girls. I mean if girls weren't as cute as they are there would be no bikinis no babies no..."
"I'm cutting you off right there" Richie interrupted.
"Right my point is that liking a girl is great.
And the excitement and the joy and the fear and all of this adds up one of the greatest feelings in the world and its ok if you're afraid of feeling, well you know feeling her but she's your friend and she can't stand that kind of talk.
I think you should be a knight in shining armour and rescue your fair maiden from the guys who will try to hit on her. Or trees in this case" Brock explained with wisdom beyond his years.
"Yeah while you're skulking around out here, all the... um, trees will be down there all over Misty trying to convince her to sit underneath their branches" Richie added with a smirk.
Ash stood up.
"Yeah you guys are right, I'm going back in" he said taking a deep breath.
"Pika ka pi kachu pi" a small light cheerful voice exclaimed.
They watched as Ash's backpack began to squirm and a small yellow head poked out.
"What she say?" Richie asked.
"She said that if anyone tries hit on Misty she'll fry their tushie" Ash translated with an amused look.
Pikachu nodded as if to emphasise the point.
"Well lets get back up there!" Brock suggested.
"Can I have everyone's attention's please?" Misty called out trying to get the attention of the crowds of people in the theatre.
Mr Crefell had vanished into the crowds telling her that as personal assistant it was her job to do all this sort of work, organising, managing and delegating.
It seemed like a way out of doing any work to her but he was the director, though Misty was beginning to think he was going to ask her to direct this musical.
When no one answered Lisa, Tracey, Duplica and Snap all looked up at Misty, curious as to what she was going to do about this situation.
Misty let out a low growl and then her face lit up.
"Plica, can I borrow Ditto?" she asked her friend.
"Sure" Duplica replied with a smile.
She held out her hand, palm facing up.
The waved her other hand above it and then in a puff of smoke a small pink box appeared on her palm.
She placed the box on the ground and clapped her hands together.
Then in another puff of smoke, the box transformed into a ditto who let a cheerful cry.
"That was amazing" Snap said in awe, looking down at the Ditto on the ground.
Duplica blushed bright red before mumbling something inaudible and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Misty smiled and stooped down to the ditto and gave him an affectionate poke.
She whispered something to Ditto and the others watched as Ditto was engulfed by a white light and transformed onto a large gong.
Ash, Richie and Tracey walked in, in time to hear a "GONG" thunder around the theatre silencing everyone instantly.
Misty tried to smother a giggle as she saw a sea of faces all turn to look up at her.
"Can I have everyone who's auditioning for the female lead and the other female parts so I can take your name" she called out.
Instantly the theatre was filled with movement as the girls crowded towards the stage all eager to get their name on the list early on.
"Wow it's like you're made for doing the donkey work" Melody mocked as she and Giselle approached Misty.
"Well it would explain the outfit" Giselle added.
Both girls burst out into fits of giggles while Misty sighed impatiently.
"Are you both trying out?" she asked them after they calmed down.
"Yup" they both answered and Melody patted a silken pouch that hung around her waist.
Misty again sighed and scribbled down their names on the list.
"Take a seat and wait 'till you're called." she told them in a bored voice.
After about three quarters of an hour, she had everyone's' names taken down for whatever roles of jobs they wanted to play or fill.
Tracey was wandering around trying to find some of his friends.
He froze when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
The hand turned him around slowly and Tracey found himself face to face with Mr Crefell.
"Tracey I have wonderful news! Since you are such an artist you will be working on the sets relieving Snap of one of his duties and now I have someone to help you. This is Lisa" he said steering him towards the blue haired girl.
They both blushed when they made eye contact and both looked away.
"She's in charge of the costumes and the three of you are a team, you will all help each other with your jobs and roles. You are the crew behind the musical." he told them excitedly.
He then glanced around "Misty!"
Mr Crefell walked away from them and came back, with a displeased Misty in tow.
"Misty take this down.These three are a team and each..."
He rambled on about their jobs and then sighed contentedly when he felt he had explained himself well enough.
He walked towards the front row of seats, all eyes on him.
Misty looked down at her clipboard which was filling up faster with notes than she could blink an eye at.
"I'm beginning to think that he won't be able to go home and decide what to have for dinner without me to take notes on it!" Misty grumbled as she flicked through the notes, the sudden rustling of the notes creating a gentle rush of air that lifted her hair for a second before it fell softly against the sides of her face and over her forehead, framing her angelic face, though it didn't seem angelic at that moment.
Her eyebrows were knitted together in a look of total aggravation and her posture and expression showed obvious signs of stress .
She had been working on the musical for a day and already she had been given so many responsibilities that she wasn't sure she was gonna cope.
"The guy is a little dependent on you" Snap admitted, avoiding her eyes, feeling that he would surely would crumble under her gaze.
Lisa and Tracey were to busy throwing each other side long looks then blushing and whipping their heads in the opposite direction if they caught each other looking at them.
"Misty!" a voice cried out and Misty hung her head recognising the dramatic cry.
The crowds parted and they saw Mr Crefell looking at her impatiently.
Letting out another long sigh, she trudged towards him and collapsed into the chair next to him.
"Is everyone who's auditioning on the list?" he asked stroking his chin.
Misty was staring at him in fascination, her imagination running away with her.
"Are you paying attention to me?" he demanded.
"Um yes of course" she replied quickly.
She couldn't help but imagine different things about him when he stroked his chin like that.
Such as him sitting in front of a roaring fireplace in a silk robe with a white fluffy cat on his lap and a cravat around his neck with a brandy glass filled with brandy.
"Um well there's quite a list" she began.
"Well call out the first name on the list" he told her impatiently.
Misty suppressed a growl but did as she was told.
"Chad...Chaderson?" she called out, sounding bemused.
A masculine musclebound blonde stepped up onto the stage.
"Hmm intriguing, and what role are you auditioning for ?" Mr Crefell called out.
The blonde looked a little confused but regained his composure.
"Quarterback" he called out and shot Misty a dazzling smile.
Misty's cheeks glowed red and she looked back at him shyly and giving him a small coy smile.
Mr Crefell scowled at this boy, making a mockery of his play and manipulating his personal assistant like that.
He coughed loudly and if it was possible, Misty blushed a deeper shade of red and snapped her head around to look at Crefell.
"Are there any quarterbacks in the play?" she asked
No one knew what the play was yet, they were just expected to go and recite a piece they had studied and to sing a song they had picked as well.
Mr Crefell hadn't the script completely worked out yet so he was waiting for some divine inspiration.
"Given it's being set before football existed, I'm going with no" he replied.
"So what do I have to do?" the blonde Chad Chaderson enquired.
"Umm..... Go long?" Misty suggested.
Mr Crefell shot Misty a look.
"What?" she asked innocently.
He continued to stare her down.
"Ohh c'mon. Seeing a guy go long on a stage does sound really cool, admit it" Misty said ,defensively.
Mr Crefell continued to stare.
"And don't you want to know what our line up this year, whether we'll win in the championships or not" Misty rambled on but stopped and sighed.
"Listen Chad" she called out. "This isn't football try outs. Its a audition for a school musical. See right now you should be in a football pitch not a theatre"
Chad Chaderson shrugged casually and walked off the stage.
Misty looked over when she heard the sound of someone slipping into the empty seat next to her.
Ash gave her a little wave and Misty smiled at him.
Two girls were up on stage auditioning together.
"Hey what's wrong. You're more hyper than usual?" she whispered when she noticed Ash fidgeting around nervously.
He pulled out the bootleg c.d. and handed it to her.
Misty looked at him quizzically and turned the box and read the card attached to it.
"Ash this is..." Misty trailed, looking at her friend in astonishment.
"Yeah every song you sang in a long time, I kinda took note of them and Mac agreed to copy them"
Misty glanced up at Mac.
He offered his technological services at a hefty cost and usually Ash was broke to the state that repo. men were shooting him warning looks.
"How on Earth did you-"
"Hmm, let me see" Mr Crefell mused whipping the c.d. out of Misty's hands and examining it.
"My dear girl, I believe we just have found our score of musical numbers" he continued.
Misty and Ash looked at him in alarm.
"But some of those songs are terrible, truly terrible" they both cried out in unison.
"My, you two must spend an awful amount of time together" he smirked.
"That's besides the point, last I checked a person was entitled to a moments privacy. I'm cashing in that moment"
"On with the auditions!" he cried out, ignoring her.
While his back was turned, he didn't see Misty fuming behind him.
"I swear Ash, one of these days he's gonna turn around and bam! He'll get punched in the back of the head"
"Misty please refrain from punching the guy in the back of the head"
"Would that I could" she mumbled before settling back down.
Before long Giselle had her audition and she performed pretty well.
She had a sweet little singing voice, nowhere near Misty's standard but still pleasant to listen to and she acted very well.
"Must be a side effect of being such a drama queen" Duplica whispered to Misty.
Misty smothered a laugh and continued watching, much as she hated to admit it, there was something enchanting about the brunette on stage, she seemed to light up the stage with her elegance and grace.
"Giselle my dear, a princess is the only word to describe you" Mr Crefell called out with pride.
Misty scribbled in the words "Princess priss" next to her name knowing he'd want to take notes which to be fair she did.
The auditions continued exceeding expectations both for good or for bad.
Including Melody not singing or acting but playing a shell-shaped ocarina and to give her credit, she played it beautifully filling the theatre with a haunting and soothing song.
As well as a streaker no one was able to identify, yet curiously, everyone was able to remember what a great posterior they had.
They were drawing to a finish and Mr Crefell had already picked out the people he wanted to be play major parts in the movie but given that Misty didn't know what the play was, she couldn't really tell how many parts were in it.
She was happy to note that all her friends were given roles.
Misty turned around when she heard someone practising a song.
They were okay but they had the tone of the song all wrong.
She sighed and climbed over the seats much to the surprise of other students and Mr Crefell.
"Hi" she greeted as she dropped into the empty seat next to the girl who looked suitably shocked.
"Um hello" the girl replied unsure of what exactly the redhead was up to.
"Oh no, I'm not here to rob you or anything, God no! I'm here to help. See you're getting the tone of the song wrong"
The girl looked annoyed now.
"Oh am I?"
"Look I'm just trying to help"
"Well maybe you could show me how I'm doing it wrong" the girl suggested angrily.
She thought the reason Misty hadn't auditioned was her lack of talent and had decided to play her at her own game which was unfortunate because Misty's wasn't playing a game.
Mr Crefell was watching this with the utmost interest.
Ash covered his face with his hand.
"Its like seeing a car accident. You don't want to see it but dag nabbit, you just can't turn away" he heard Richie say beside him.
"Ok well you need to hold this note longer" to prove her point, Misty sang the note, perfect pitch and held it longer.
"Then, you need to put a waver on this one but not too much or else it'll be.... well, funny but really bad"
And again Misty sang with a perfect waver.
By this time the scene had attracted the whole crowd and everyone was quiet.
"Misty I want you to audition" Mr Crefell announced suddenly, startling Misty.
"You do?" she asked.
"Yes I do"
"Ok," Misty said cheerfully which sent off alarm bells in her friends heads.
Misty never agreed to something like this so fast and with such pep.
She made her way up to the stage.
"Oh I have to put my jacket over here she said as she peeled off her white jacket and went offstage to find somewhere to put it.
Ten minutes later.
"Mr Crefell, she's not coming back" Duplica said after watching an empty stage for ten minutes.
"Ash!"
"What?! I didn't pull a runner" Ash grumbled.
"Go seek out our red headed siren"
Ash let out a cry of surprise when he tracked down Misty but only managed to find a pair of legs sticking out of an open window.
"Unless you planning on going somewhere without your legs, get back down here!" he warned as he yanked on Misty's legs sending them both tumbling to the ground.
They both blushed a deep shade of red when Misty landed on top of Ash, their noses tipping.
Misty pulled back instantly suddenly needing to straighten out her always scruffy and happy to have it that way, hair.
"You have to go out there and sing because if you don't, I won't ever talk to you again" Ash threatened.
Misty raised her eyes at Ash and gave him a very cynical smirk.
"Fine I'll...never STOP talking to you"
"Let's go!"
Misty stepped onto the stage and made her way to the centre of the stage.
She cast a wary glance at Ash who grinned at her reassuringly.
She gave a weak smile in return and focused on the task at hand.
Aine, a pretty girl with two bright pink pigtails that tinted violet half way down her hair and a white halter-neck top with pale pink hipsters sat at the piano, fingers poised above the keys waiting.
Misty took a deep breath trying to ignore the stares of everyone in the vicinity.
This was embarrassing by anyone's standards especially given her problem with singing in public.
She looked over at Ash and caught a very comforting emotion on his face. Pride. She closed her eyes and began to sing softly, becoming stronger the further in she got.
I could be your sea of sand
I could be your warmth of desire
I could be your prayer of hope
I could be your gift of everyday
I could be your tide of heaven
I could be a hint of what's to come
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
Misty's eyes fluttered open at this point and everyone present was reminded that she had beautiful sea green eyes. She was captivating.
I could be your blue eyed angel
I could be the storm before the calm
I could be your secret pleasure
I could be your well wishing well
I could be your breath of life
I could be your European dream
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I would lie here in the darkness
I would lie here for all time
I would lie here watching you over
Comfort you
Sing to you
I could be your worry partner
I could be your socialite
I could be your green eyed monster
I could be your force of light
I could be your temple garden
I could be your tender hearted child
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I would lie here in the darkness
I would lie here for all time
I would lie here watching you over
Comfort you
Sing to you
Will I ever change the journey
Will the hushed tones disappear
Oh little Rita
Let me hold you
Oh little Rita
Let me love you
I could be your leafy island
I could be your thunder in the clouds
I could be your dark enclosure
I could be your romantic soul
I could be your small beginning
I could be your soothing universe
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
I could be ordinary
I could be the one
When she finished, the theatre was in silent awe of her which was misinterpreted by the pretty red head and was taken as shock
She was a little scared of how natural it had felt to be up there singing.
She immediately shifted from natural born performer to nervous tense out of place looking Misty and she brushed strands of hair away from her face, grabbed her jacket and shuffling off stage at a very quick pace for someone shuffling.
She froze when she heard thundering applaud, she turned to the audience and gave them a suspicious look before darting off behind a curtain and peeping out at them warily.
"Doesn't handle compliments that well, does she?" Mr Crefell asked, as he continued to applaud Misty who was almost glaring out at them from behind the curtains.
"Yeah um can you guys get her back from there?" an unfamiliar female voice asked.
Brock and Richie looked back and saw a pretty brown eyed girl; with waist long blue hair.
"This is Lisa, Lisa, these are Brock and Richie" Tracey said politely, blushing but fixing Brock with a glare before he even opened his mouth.
"Ok People that's a wrap, Misty will be posting up the parts tomorrow and we'll have rehearsals and discuss everything. Good work everyone, except for you Johnny, You were terrible" Mr Crefell said, looking around accusingly.
"Sir there is NO Johnny here" a voice called out.
"Oh well then, you were terrible then," he remarked pointing to a random person to his left.
"I didn't audition" a voice protested.
"Just as well, now be gone everyone"
With that Mr Crefell ushered everyone out of the theatre and turned towards the stage.
"Misty that was..." Ash was lost for words and Misty pulled her jacket back on and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"Don't even say it, Ketchum, that was bad enough as it was. I don't need my best friend rubbing it in my face"
"You were incredible and hey did you just say best friend?"
Misty walked away, looking at him over her shoulder.
"You're not just messing with me are you?" she asked, suspiciously.
"You said I was you best friend"
Misty sighed and rolled her eyes when she noticed Mr Crefell looking at her as if seeing her in a whole new light.
"I knew you were meant to perform" he said simply and left them .
"You said I was your.."
"Quiet you!"
The next day.
Misty was wearing her full length white jacket again.
She was wearing a short dark blue tee shirt with light green three quarter length sleeves with a light green hood and a pair of stone washed jeans.Her hair was held back in two plaits.
Once again Mr Crefell was convinced that the girl could light up country with her presence and the world with her smile.
He approached her when she was alone and handed her the sheet but strictly instructed her not to look at them until she posted them.
Misty pinned it to the notice board and was nearly mauled by the crowd gathering to get a look.
"Princess Calliope" Gisselle called out, smugly.
"Hey I got Liam" Richie cried out cheerfully.
"Not literally" he added.
"Hey I'm Finn" Ash said, surprised.
Various other people called out their roles.
"Hey I got the part of Jack" Brock said happily enough.
"Hey I'm Aoife" Duplica yelled out in glee.
Misty was leaning against the wall , arms folded, waiting for her friends to emerge from the crowd.
She closed her eyes when she heard her voice being called.
Her eyes shot open at that, assuming one of the guys was trapped in there and needed her to rescue them, which was a frequent occurrence.
"You might wanna see this" Duplica called out , her voice was filled with uncertainty.
Misty pushed her way through the crowd until she was face to sheet with the list.
Her face paled.
Her name was at the top of the list which meant she had one of the biggest parts in the play.
"Jade?" she asked softly.
Her face clouded over and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I am gonna kill him" she growled as she stormed off.
To be continued.
Yeah, please let me know what you think of this, see I have a really precise idea and story for the play they'll be doing but I like the idea and characters a lot so I was thinking that I might make it a story in itself and I'd love to know if anyone would be interested in seeing a story like that so if you are, let me know please.
Nibbs